Chosen In Dragonfire Novels & Stories

I like the fire dragon hybrid. She’s powerful, as all fire dragons are, but she also has an air of authority to her. That’s the Lycan blood in her. But because she’s a dragon, she’s inherently kind and loving. It seems funny to say that a creature that can breathe fire that is hot enough to melt a person into nothing is kind and loving, but it’s true. It’s one of the reasons that I’m mated to dragons so often when I rise. She’ll be good for Emmi, I think. A good friend and ally, someone she can trust.

I whispered to myself. The flames danced to life, hungry and bright, and I held the torch to the shack. Letting the fire spread from the point of impact, consuming the remnants of my past, I watched the smoke rise into the sky. This was my decision. I watched as the shack burned. Somehow I felt the chains of my past fall away. So I turned away, the heat of the flames warming my back. I hesitated for a moment and looked back at the flames, watching my memories burn in the flames as I shook my head.

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.

She reached out, not to touch—but to offer. Between her fingers hovered a flicker of pure white flame. “It’s not a choice,” she said. “You’ve already been chosen. But what you do with it… that is yours.” I stared at the fire. It pulsed like a second heartbeat. Mine. And not mine. “I don’t want to be a weapon,” I said. Kaelith tilted her head. “Then be a storm. Or a sanctuary. Or something the world hasn’t named yet. The fire doesn’t care what you become. Only that you become fully.”

“Give me your fire, don’t fight it. Feed it into me.” She shot me a look, uncertain, but then thrust her palm over my Sigil. Heat surged down my arm, wild and golden, and I nearly choked on it. Dragonfire wasn’t meant to be carried by anything human, not even Everley blood. But I refracted it through my runes, splitting the current into shards of light. They bent around the golem’s chest, flaring off its etched lines, until the fire no longer fueled the construct but burned beneath its plates. The creature bellowed as the seams cracked. “Hit the joints!” I shouted.

The Lycan king however had a blank expression on his face , like an empty shell with none of the emotions or feelings inside. I turned around to face him. His gaze was piercing into mine, yet his icy blue eyes were burning with fury. His body was tense, like he was about to attack at any given moment. I limped to where the moon flame was and hesitantly, I placed my hand against it . I felt warm, the heat emanating from the fire was strong and soothing. My muscles relaxed and I slowly felt I had been proven innocent. Suddenly a burning pain shot through my hand. I shrieked trying to pull it away but was unable to.

Elara said. Behind them, the Oracle’s voice echoed one last time. "The fire has been lightened. The reckoning begins." As they exit the sanctuary, the ground splits beneath them. A beast of molten flame bursts from the earth, eyes locked on Elara. It speaks one word: "Chosen… The chosen one!" Elara moved Lerder aside, but Lerder also wanted to face the consequences of Loving a chosen one.

They choose. The dragon's presence stirred within him, a living flame coursing through his veins. Its magic thrumming with an almost smug certainty. Of course. The dragon chose him for a reason. Would such a proud, ancient being really allow itself to be traded away like mere property? ‘Proud. It's too proud for this.’ A flicker of hope kindled in Magnus's chest. Maybe there was a third option here—one Dana, for all her cunning, hadn't considered. ‘Third option. There has to be a third option.’

“I wanted peace, I talked to him about peace, but he rejected it. I have lost too much already to just let it go. My people have lost their lives in this war. I will be a fool if I just accept peace now and let the instigator of this war live. Nay, I shall never settle for that.” “I understand,” the voice said. “You have indeed endured at the hands of Ramiel, and you indeed sought peace. I know your being more than anybody in this world. Were you at fault in what happened ten thousand years ago, you would have willingly laid down your life to protect your people. I know how much killing Namiel weighed on you, I know how much you wished you had not used your fire that day. But you had no idea

“And I will never allow Damon to be healed. The Moon Goddess made her move. Now I make mine.” She leaned in close to me, her breath sour and hot. “So choose.” I stared at her, my hands trembling, my chest aching so badly I could barely breathe. “Let me take what is mine,” she said. “Or watch him die.” I looked at Damon, bound, bleeding, furious, helpless. Then I placed a hand protectively over my stomach. “I choose neither,” I said hoarsely. The witch’s smile faded. For the first time, her eyes darkened with something dangerous.